If you don’t believe us, read the lyrics for yourself: “And when we done I make him buy me lo mein,” she raps. “He can tell I ain’t missing no meals / Come through and f–k him in my automobile. Let him eat it with his grill / Keep tellin’ me to chill. He keeps telling me it’s real / That he love my sex appeal. He don’t want ‘em bony / He wants something he could grab.” You get the picture.